I've been able to ride Miss the last two weekends and decided not to take a lesson, I wanted to be able to take things slow and pay attention to how she was responding to me. She hadn't been ridden in a while so of course Willow wants to give her a shot of Ace. I told her, I think we'll be fine. Several more times she offered to give her a shot and each time I politely declined. I've always felt very strongly that if she has to be drugged, she shouldn't be ridden.
I lunged her for a long time, letting her set the pace, and she galloped and galloped and snorted and bucked and got all that pent-up energy out. Then I hand-walked her for a long time, and when her breathing was back to normal I got on and walked some more. She trotted quietly and we worked on stopping in the center of the arena. Willow was doing a lesson in the arena next to where we were and at one of those moments when we were standing in the center she yells over to us, "Missy has matured so much, she's so much calmer now!" It was all I could do not to roll my eyes. I realized that the reason Willow still thinks that Miss is difficult to ride and still wants to take so many precautions is because she takes shortcuts. She wants the same results you would get by patiently going through all the steps but without the effort. I also realized that even though Willow has known and ridden Miss her whole life, to her she is just one of many horses. She's never owned her own horse, she hasn't needed to, with so many horses at her disposal she's been able to do everything she ever wanted, including competing in a few different disciplines, using other people's horses.
While I have gained a lot of technical knowledge by taking lessons on many different horses, having my own horse has taught me the invaluable lesson of patience and how important having a personal relationship is between horse and rider. I'd like to think that Miss does what I ask of her because she wants to, instead of doing what Willow asks of her because she has to.
I took the picture above on our honeymoon, we camped for the night in the field next to these horses' corral and the next morning a balloon hovered overhead. I've always felt this was an omen leading me to horses.
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